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On a bed in Hell,
Northwest of Ann Arbor.
We lay entwined,
In room one-eleven. 
Musk to morn.
Aura of sixty nine. 

He took my cock,
Displayed in shadows dark.
Bisexuality we met,
Just in passing.
Fantasy turned to reality. 

Stroking and whispering,
Soothing his lust.
Midday kisses in Hell,
Northwest of Ann Arbor. 

While on the radio,
Beat out the rhythm.
Raw blues and bass,
His cock I taste.
In room one-eleven,
Musk to dawn.
We fucked.

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